She grasped his calloused hand in her own with all the strength she could muster, and shot him a terrified look, her blue eyes larger than ever. In that moment, he knew. He knew that she wasn't as tough and fearless as she had lead him to believe. She was just as scared as he was; she was just a little girl- but a little girl who would hold a rifle up to protect her loved ones; who would bleed herself dry to protect her country. And as stupid as he felt for thinking about such things whilst trapped in a war zone, he knew he loved her. He also knew this could be their last moment. So he turned her filthy face to look at him again, and he wrapped his arms around her. He held her as if he would never touch her, or even look at her again. It was the way it had to be now; each moment could be their last.